Piano Man:
We all went up to see Piano Man one Thursday night. We had to arrive early in order to get a good seat. Me, Edgar, Fretty, Lee, Wardlaw, and others get there around 8 and got a front row seat. The entire night went well. Piano Man played some great songs and we drank a bunch of beer and jagerbombs. One thing that had bothered me was that we paid him to play Ah-Ha's timeless classic 'Take On Me', but he was taking too damn long to do it. Edgar and I started yelling "Ah-Ha!!" at him. At one point he said "if I hear somebody yell Ah-Ha one more time, I'm going to throw the request away." So, of course, we kept yelling. Sure enough, he threw it away. Lee stood up and said, "are ya'll ready to go?" Before anyone could answer, I threw up on the table and said "I am", and ran out the door and drove home. I forgot I drove people there and inadvertently left them at the bar. Fretty took a cab.
Crickets pt.1:
Before I went to celebrate my ex-roommate's birthday, I went to a party at L.L. Sams. It happened to be someone else's birthday as well and there were jello-shots and beer aplenty. I made the mistake of going to La Fiesta before and having a couple Mexican Martinis which were heavily laced with tequila. By the time we got to Crickets I was already fairly tanked. Brian my roommate didn't like to drink very much at this point and would only really drink Wild Turkey. Being the good friend I am, I bought a Turkey shot for Brian and myself and brought it over to him. As a drank the shot, I knew something was not right. I immediately felt myself begin to earp. Looking for a trashcan, I feverishly scooted around in a small circle, when finally throwing up a little on the bar and Fretty's foot. I hustled across the room to the other side before anyone saw me and asked me to leave. I ordered a water and a beer and continued on with the night.
Captain Suave Wins One:
An obscure friend of mine used to date a guy who was a groundbreaking metrosexual (before it was 'cool' I guess.) I personally didn't care for him. I am one who really debates hand washing after pissing, while this fairy smelled like some kind of gay flower I've never heard of. We had been drinking all day and were playing quarters in the kitchen. Captain Suave came with some girls and sat around the table. I was drunk and started calling him Captain Suave to his face. I made an ass out of myself moments later when I threw up on myself and had to go home, while Captain Suave stayed with the chicks. I really hate that guy.
Hot Damn Shorty Cunningham:
At a Welcome Week party one year Fretty and I made Hot Damn Shorty Cunninghams. It consists of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill wine and beer. You have to drink half of the bottle of wine, and then fill it back up with beer. I can't say it's really that good, but It'll get the job done. I was standing outside in a group of folks when all of a sudden I threw up. I hadn't been drinking that long and figured the Strawberry Hill was responsible for the phantom puke. I think Fretty got some on his foot.
New Years at the Chuggin' Monkey:
After a long night of drinking in Austin for New Years, I found myself in the chuggin monkey leaning on a pillar singing Robert Earl Keen's "Merry Christmas from the Family." At the end of the 2nd chorus, I took a jagerbomb and threw up all over floor. As soon as I looked up A security guard and the doorman were standing over me asking me to kindly leave. I did.
Crickets pt.2:
Not too long ago we were up at Crickets having a drink. I ended up getting a little drunker than I had planned on and decided to order a jagerbomb. As I took the drink I realized there was no bomb involved, and only jager. I love jagerbombs but hate...Hate! Straight Jagermeister. I ,of course, barfed. I was sure somebody had to see me when I turned to Matt he looked at me and shrugged. Being a master in the ways of espionage, I had naturally avoided the eyes of all those present in the bar.
George's Strikes Back:
Last Friday I broke my Big O chuggin record. I shattered my previous mark of 6 with a groundbreaking 8. A conservative total count was around 13 which puts it in the area of 17 1/3 beers. When I got home I tried to tear down the cantina. When I stared feeling real bad, I decided I would do something I strongly oppose...pull the trigger. I went into my room and locked the door, I felt like I was doing something illegal like I was doing drugs. I got on my knees in front of my toilet and prepared to gag myself. I lodged my finger deep into my throat, hitting my uvula with my middle finger. This put into the action the 10 minute chain of events that would remind me why I don't pull the trigger. I was vomiting so violently I thought I was going to burst a blood vessle in my eye and die. When the torture finally ended, I had no energy left and had to go to bed.
Here is a picture from the George's night
If I forgot any let me know. I'm sure I've left one or two off.
